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mybigblackcockdotcom
See, I had quit drinking by the time I made it to NOLA, but I was stoned and tripping for pretty much the entire time I was there (back when I still did all that...I told you, I live like a monk now!). I liked some things about the city, but overall, it wasn't my cup of tea. There was a great bar across the street from the French Quarter Marriott (on the street closer to Bourbon) called Evelyn's Place that I hope is still there...they had great chicken soup, and a gun-toting owner who didn't take shit from anyone. She carded my friend and I by looking into our eyes. "Yeah, you're old enough." Tough ol' broad, loved her to death.
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